As I packed the last of my clothes and makeup, I felt a rush of excitement run through my body. Picking up my phone to look at the photographs again, I was smitten! This was going to be the nicest holiday I’d ever had. When we arrived at the airport, my heart was racing and sweat streamed down my cheeks from my nervousness about being in a new area. I thought the name of this festival was strange. It’s called ‘Infernal.’ It could mean a lot of things and not much information was given about it. It was recommended to me by my new neighbour who excitedly admitted that he attends it religiously and I will have the time of my life. Once I boarded the plane, I forgot about it. The journey was three hours and I spent most of it getting some much-needed rest.
I awoke to discover that I had arrived at my holiday destination. Stepping off the plane, the excitement began to build up, I had never done something like It is not what I saw in the photographs. The hotel towered above me, with mould dripping from the windows, broken glass, and uneven steps going up to the ancient filthy hotel. Walking up the filthy steps, I wasn’t going to judge a book by its cover. The inside of the hotel was as awful as the outside, if not worse.
A stranger tapped me on the shoulder, took my bags, and urged me to follow. As I walked up the creaking stairs, I peered out the window; according to the photographs, there should have been a pool with shimmering water, but there wasn’t. Just concrete that appears to crack when stepped on. The door opened, blackness filled the room, the light was barely illuminated, coldness overcame me, and shivers ran down my spine.
The creaky floorboards creaked, and I stood there in shock. What I expected to be a relaxing vacation had turned into my worst nightmare. The sun had fallen, and I was alone with my thoughts. I attempted to go asleep, but my teeth chattered, and I felt like I wouldn’t make it through the night. I could not feel my feet. eventually I fell asleep. I had a shower and made my way down for breakfast, there was a foul smell, it smelled like rotten decaying flesh. The smell became stronger. I decided to follow it.
As I got closer, I heard a loud grinding noise which became deafening. As I walked down the passage following the sound of the noise I was grabbed and gagged from the back. I was then pushed into a room and to my horror I was faced with rotten decaying corps being chopped and used to prepare mince pies. I was so shocked at this, turning around to face my neighbour who had recommended the place. Welcome to my world’ was all that he said before I passed out…